Jacks Stuff
Poetry & Writin &  Muses
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Ive been at this work on a hard dusty trail.
Its intellectual property of J. Ed. Win
So please dont make this old cowboys patience wear thin
My brother Bill and I left home to Rodeo
We stopped at one, a real haywire and gunny sack show
We knew real quick a stranger would never win any dough

But we went ahead and unloaded our tack
Me a riggin and rope, Bill an old association rack
We put up our money and waited for the draw
Some well known names were here we saw

Back of the chutes on our gear we sat
Just lazing around and chewing the fat
Whitlin and spitin and this and that
Brother Bill just sat there shaping his hat

The draw came out and every one began to stir
Gates began to bang and ropes to whir
Horses into the chutes nothing but a blur

The shout came down Bareback riders get ready
Putting the riggin on that Bare thing gets pretty heady
They played the anthem and we pulled them down tight
I dropped on and grabbed the hold with all my might

Open the gate let him out
I give em all a great big shout
I'm over the points and start to spur
Feels like a good ride I'm sure

Head way back and legs up high
I'm raking enough to make the fur fly
What a ride I should mark 89 mighty fine
I get 32 and 34 boy the judges are way out of line

The crowd shouts and boos but no relief
That kind of score they can't believe

The Broncs are next and Bill is too
As we chinch it up this big horse begins to stew
Bill gets on and screws down tight
He knows he's in for a fight

Feet in the rings up to the heels
You can tell by his face just how he feels
Deep in the seat thighs squeezing hard
Nods his head and says open up pard

Both hands in the air one in a fist
The other aholt of that old soft twist
Spurs locked in on that first jump
Hit the ground and they jerked to the rump

Shoulder to rump, shoulder to rump
It work those legs pump, pump, pump
He spurred that horse with all his might
Wow 8 seconds is a mighty long flight

He should score 88 al he gets is 79
Out of both rides there's no sunshine

Well at least we still both got Bulls
One hour to get over our muscle pulls
Bulls come in huffing and blowing snot
Wait for the flanker to tie his knot

Now comes your rope all rosin and sticky
Don't drop it in that green stuff stinky and icky
Gloved hand into the loop
Pard pulls the rope with all his poop

Wrap it around and tuck it in tight
You had better get that just right
The tail out front so you can grab it with ease
Riding this old bull looks like a breeze

Now I'm pulled down and tight as a fiddle
OK keep a leg on each side and my mind in the middle
Alright boys open the trap
Sure feels like I'm really on tap

This old bull is bucking and throwing a fit
I'm sitting right there spurring in the middle of it

I rode that bull I don't know how
Just waitin for the score to come now
Ol Bill rode better than me
do we get any money
We'll have to wait and see

That was the first day of many years
We rode though much blood sweat and tears
Lots of miles on many a good truck
We lived through it all with guts and luck

                                                             By J. Ed Win

All I will need when i"m called to go
Is a box of cigars and a jug of V O

I won't need a credit card or an ATM number
As i'm going to get lots of slumber

If I go down below there can be only one real cure
I'll need the smokes and wiskey for peer preasure

If I go above into the wild blue
It will take a small shot and a Panatela to get me through

The game is already going I knew it would be
One seat open they saved it for me

As I near the table I take out the jug
I hand it over to  cousin Doug

He passes it around for each a sip
They all take one and smack their lip

I give the box to Dad he opens it with a little shout
Takes one himself and passes them out

Some take one and fire it up
Sit right here now your the Pup

Reid, Neil, Boyd, Charles, Cousin Doug, Brother Bill and DAD
some how I feel like I've been had

Uncles Pierre and Stewert Dewar are the umps
If any one does wrong he will get some lumps

As we gather around the big Poker table in the sky
No one needs to question why

Eveery thing seems so much newer
We know there will be more but never fewer

                                                     J ED WIN
requires quicktime
   4th of July
it only come but once a year
yet every one knows its here
Rockets, cherrybombs and fiercrackers too
those that dont celabrate it are few

Thats why we all meet in Neil's pasture on Poplar creek
oh yes lots to eat dig in folks dont be shy or meek
Home made icecream, crank and turn that churn
the more you turn the more you yearn

they come by horse, wagon and in the old fliver
down to the irrigation pump on Poplar River
After they ate it was horseshoe pitching and a ball game
every year would be the same
this ball game no one ever won
it was played just for fun

Aunts, uncles, grandma and cousins
they all came by the dozins
we gathered round and had a great visit
then hugs and kisses and we'll be back next year
           we wouldnt miss it
                                                     J ED WIN
One day I sat apon a hill so high
A flash of bright light went by
I was blinded for a second I don't know why
I heard what sounded like a long soft sigh

When I could see again, before me a image stood
The light behind it so  bright, I couldn't see it good
As the light dimmed, I could see him I knew I would
Now I see him clear, it's a HALO he wears not a hood

He has a scepter of yew in his grip
Not a fork of two tines with metal tip
He stands before me,a wonderful smile on his lip
Not akimbo with his hand on the hip

He looked like he came from old BABYLON to me
Flowing silver hair and robes of pure white, for all to see
He brought for all, not only me a beautiful short decree
That we all should live by the COMANDENTS completly

Its not as if the sun only came  up on this day
It shines very day the rays to be seen a long way
We can not stop or change that come what may
What ever happens most of us with him will stay

                                                          J ED WINN
Just thought this up they got on me last year. Zane knows about them, we dont have them in Montana

Fire ants got on my sandled feet
I'm telling you it caused some heat
They got pimpled up and didn't look so neat
As it turned out I had to work from upon my seat

They got all pusy and turned all yellow
They looked kind of like Lemon Jello
And I was far from being mellow
I couldn't even greet any one with Hello
                                               J ED WINN
Just a dream

Last night as I slept I could feel
It was a dream but felt so real
When I was a young Man-Before I passed the test
I had an Appy pony--I swore he was the best
I got on him every morning
Rode the hills and plains as in the old west

Rideing behind two thousand cows-- quite a bevy
Chocking on the dust--- so thick and heavy
High and wide- and dark as could be
Reaching as far as the eye could see

Chase them north-cross all the rivers
Fight of the natives- with arrows in the quivers
Yes Apache,Ute, Camanche and souix
Also Rattlesnakes,Wolves and a Bear or two

Yes we had a horse roundup on the Rez
The bigest up north everyone sez
From Porcupine to the North Dakota line
The Canadian Border to the Missouri thats fine

Early Spring and cold enough to make you shiver
Especialy when you fall into a frozen river
Was life as hard as it did seem
Or was it only a day dream

J Ed Win
A Week In January

The Blizzard raged it was three days old
My gosh how could it stay so cold
And those mangy Coyotes are getting bold
They're trying to steal our calves-- our gold

The snow is getting very deep
The banks are getting mighty steep
To the barn and back we'd have to creep
Some of the time there--we'd have to sleep

I tell you sleeping in the barn--had no charm
Even though the animals heat keeps it warm
The calves keep coming but-- we have them away from harm
I'll sure be glad when it's time --for the Bees to swarm

The wind dis down and the sun comes out
That makes every one jump up and shout
It makes you wonder what it's all about
Now for the rest of the animals--I have to scout

Old Jake is in the barn and ready to ride
The snow is deep the going slow--our speed we'll have to bide
The groung is covered and brilliant white every where outside
Below our hat brim our eyes we'll have to hide

Picking our going here and there
Don't see any horses any where
They are here in the cut--the ground is bare
The grass is green--so with the cows they share

I can see there is no place to roam
They are better here than in the snow at home
Even though all around it looks like Nome
And thats the end of this sorry pome

                                                     J Ed Win
W.N. ( Bill) Taylor

My brother Bill is an auctioneer
He calls his numbers so you can hear
Every one says hes good at that
You knew where the bid was -no matter where you sat

My two sons and I were the ringmen-We were great
The two boys always knew what was next on the slate
Owen held up a little silk dress
It was real pretty with ribbons on it- oh yes

I say when a girl puts this on she'll feel alive
yup Bill go's 2&1/2 now 5
No-no I say we havent started yet- I'll tell you when
Yes sir Bill go's 7&1/2 now ten

No- I said this is one of the best we've seen
Good- good Bill go's12&1/2 and 15
Oh no we havent started yet and you think we have plenty
Wow Bill go's thats good 17&1/2 now twenty

Well now i think this dress is real sporty
Bill go's 25 now 30 hey he says he has forty
Wait up I think this dress is very nifty
Good good 42&1/2-45-47&1/2 ok now he has fifty

He sold it- I held up my card-what a mess
That you Bill says I didn't know you wanted that dress
                                                          J ED WIN
                                CANADIAN GIRL

Lois how in the world are you
I know there are thngs you want to do

75 years and still so bright
you cant get it done over night

There is still time to do it all
Just do it- dont wait for a call

Think back on the things that are done and over
It sure was an easy run through the clover

I know there are times we like to cry and moan
Thats when we have to remember we are never alone

Not only Brothers can be the All Around
Sisters can be too- its been found

Rideing the Paints with all the tricks in the bag
The statue of liberty and the cossack Drag

Raceing the barrles they look kind of tinnish
But the win is what you want at the finnish

Driveing Old Corny with two horses in back
Left little room for your cloths and tack

Around Canada and the northern States
While the work back home just sits and waits

Some times so tired at night
A shot of sloe gin and the morning is bright


                J ED WIN       8-20-2007

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